Super sweet!After being spoiled, he was spoiled by the bamboo horse school grass

Chapter 29 The old Shen family's ancestral grave is smoking
Shen Zhaozhao stood at the door for a while before returning to his home.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Zhao Zhao's father's voice saying: "Girl, are you back? Try the chicken wings made by Dad."

"Here we come!" Shen Zhaozhao immediately put down his schoolbag and ran into the kitchen.

"Ah, open your mouth—" Zhaozhao's father took a piece of freshly cooked chicken wing and handed it to her mouth.

Shen Zhaozhao said vaguely while being scalded, "It's a good time (to eat)!"

After eating the chicken wings, Shen Zhaozhao glanced at the living room to confirm that Ms. Shu Ran hadn't come back, and then went to Zhaozhao's father again and said, "Dad, you should take some time to go to school tomorrow! The class teacher said he wanted to talk to you .”

Zhaozhao's father paused when he was preparing to cook, then turned to look at her and said, "Girl, what trouble did you get into this time?"

Shen Zhaozhao said: "Don't worry, I didn't fight or cause trouble this time, it's just that I accidentally fell asleep during class!"

Zhaozhao's father breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, it's okay, he thought this girl beat up someone else's brat again.

Then he glanced at the girl's short legs.

The child is in the development stage now, and he must ensure sleep to grow taller, and only after he grows taller can he have the strength to sweep the street.

Since accepting the setting that her daughter will sweep the streets in the future, Zhaozhao's father has very low requirements for her. He just sleeps in class, at least it doesn't affect other students, so it shouldn't be a big mistake.

"However, girl, let's discuss it. If we can go to class next time, don't sleep. Can we go to bed after class?"

"Understood!" Shen Zhaozhao will be very honest. As for whether she can do it, it's up to her, anyway, it's right to agree first.

"That's fine, Dad will tell your class teacher tomorrow."

"I love you the most!" Shen Zhaozhao stood on tiptoe and kissed her father's face, then winked at her father, "Also, this is a little secret between the two of us!"

Zhaozhao's father received his daughter's hint, nodded, and made a zipper movement on his mouth: "Don't worry, I won't tell your mother."

The father and daughter smiled at each other.

The next day, Zhao Zhao's father went to school.

in the office,

The head teacher briefly talked about Shen Zhaozhao's situation and expressed his desire to let her participate in the competition class.

It took Zhao Zhao's father a long time to digest the head teacher's words, and he began to fall into self-doubt: "You mean, my daughter is a math genius?"

Is there something wrong with his ears?Or is there something wrong with the head teacher's brain?

Participating in a math competition, just her daughter's rotten tree?
The teacher in charge twitched his mouth and said, "It's not a genius, but I found that she has a bit of talent in mathematics. If you train her well, she may have more ways out in the future."

He finally knew who that girl's off-the-wall personality resembled, and the co-authorship was hereditary.

Zhaozhao's father: "Are you sure that the person you mentioned is my daughter? Could it be a mistake?" This is even more unbelievable than telling him that he won the lottery.

The head teacher took out the test paper that Shen Zhaozhao was asked to do yesterday and said, "She did it yesterday, you can take a look."

Zhaozhao's father took the test paper and looked at it, then raised his head to look at the head teacher: "But isn't this only half written?"

"That's because your daughter is too lazy." The class teacher said helplessly, "I read the topic, and everything I did was correct. The rest is because the child is too lazy to write."

Zhao Zhao's father couldn't help but blush a little: "Teacher, you are right. Since a child has talent, he must cultivate it well." If he learns well, he might not have to sweep the streets in the future.

Although street sweeping is a serious job, what if this girl can find something better?

Zhaozhao's father came out of the office, his feet were covered with cotton, and he felt fluttering when he walked.He happily took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Zhao Zhao's mother: "It's a table at night, my old Shen family's ancestral grave is smoking!"

(End of this chapter)